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Artist/Band:
Bob Seger
Lyrics for Song: Manhattan
Lyrics for Album: It's A Mystery [1995]
Shakey Davey's got a twelve guage in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit, he's got a vague plan
There's this liquor store on Madison
There's another one down on Washington Square
He's pretty sure no one's ever seen him down around there
The first one's bird shot, the next four are double aught buck
The last one's a slug just for good luck
He's got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as he's done
He can't wait to get straight to get long gone
He puts on his long coat scribbles off a short note
Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down
It's right around midnight and there's still
Too damn many people on this street
He's walked all the way from Battery Park
He's got sweaty hands and burning feet
He's desperate for a fix, his body's screaming, "Get me high"
He bursts through the door and let's one fly
Sunrise in the park and Davey's cold as stone
He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries, a lot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just waking up in this great big town
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| Album Lyrics: It's A Mystery [1995] |
Bob Seger
"It's A Mystery [1995]"
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